Chapter 28 Voldemort's Dependence

Soon more than a month passed, and it was Christmas Eve.

Today's Defense Against the Dark Arts class was taught by Slytherin and Ravenclaw.

Professor Quirrell was still wrapped in a thick purple headscarf, holding a large chameleon, and stumbling over the theory of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Although his speaking speed was unique, this class was quite interesting compared to the boring astronomy and history of magic.

Especially the history of magic, I don't know what the school was thinking, but they actually invited a ghost to teach.

Although the experience of ghosts is much higher than that of living people, the ghost in charge of teaching is not very smart, and he can go off topic halfway through the class.

Professor Quirrell's condition seems to be a little bad, and he is weaker than usual, and he feels like he has just recovered from a serious illness.

This is the professor's private matter, and Aaron is not interested in knowing what happened to him, but there is one thing that makes him more concerned.

That is, when Professor Quirrell walked to Aaron's side in the classroom, Abe, who was napping on the table, suddenly stood up.

It stood on the table with four legs and grinned at Professor Quirrell, staring at his headscarf.

"Mr. Gaius, what's wrong with your cat?" Quirrell asked nervously, but his body involuntarily took a step back.

Aaron immediately picked up Abe and said with some embarrassment: "Professor, my cat has been eating garlic recently, and the smell on your body... is really too strong."

Aaron didn't believe this. The Defense Against the Dark Arts class is two classes a week. It has been so long since the start of school, and this class has been taught for at least a dozen classes, but Abe didn't behave like this before!

The most important thing is that our cat never eats garlic.

"Yes, is that so?" Quirrell swallowed his saliva and looked at the fierce cat that might pounce on him at any time, "I'm so sorry, then I'll stay away from him?"

"This is not appropriate!" Aaron said with a wry smile, and then carried Abe to the other corner of the table, "It's better to keep him away from him."

As the distance between them widened, the man and the dragon seemed to have returned to normal. Abe still had a hint of hostility, but Aaron inadvertently found a gleam of light in Professor Quirrell's eyes.

The cold eyes with strong murderous intent made his body shiver subconsciously.

Damn! Professor Quirrell is definitely not simple, at least not as timid as he looks on the surface, or his timidity is all pretended.

There is definitely something wrong with this guy, otherwise Abe, who has a sacred attribute, would not be so disgusted.

Suddenly, Aaron seemed to think of something. Could Professor Quirrell be the object of Voldemort's possession?

This possibility is not impossible, and it is even very large.

Thinking of this, Aaron felt his back soaked with sweat, and then adjusted his state instantly. If this guess was right, he must not let Quirrell see his abnormality, otherwise he might have to face Voldemort in advance.

Although Voldemort's goal was to steal the Philosopher's Stone, he would never easily expose himself before the goal was achieved, but it's better to be safe than sorry!

Fortunately, Quirrell focused most of his attention on the harmless Abe, and didn't pay too much attention to Aaron, and didn't notice the rich changes in his facial expressions in these two seconds.

Aaron's psychological quality is still quite good. Before the get out of class was over, he behaved very "normally" and left the classroom without any danger.

"I was scared to death, I thought I was going to be left behind by Quirrell!" Aaron thought with some fear, but he felt relieved in his heart.

As long as Quirrell didn't doubt it this time, he would be sure enough that he would not reveal any flaws when facing Quirrell next time.

As for now, it's better to let it go.

......

One of the afternoon classes was a spell class. After a long period of basic learning, Professor Flitwick finally gave up teaching the new students spells.

In the classroom, Gryffindor and Slytherin students sat on the left and right sides respectively. There was a white feather on each table. Professor Flitwick, who was as big as a dwarf, stood on a pile of books to give a lecture.

"As a magician, one of the basic skills is to float into the air, that is, to have the ability to make objects fly.

Hermione immediately raised her feather so that Professor Flitwick could see it clearly.

"Very good."

"Now, don't forget the wrist movement we have been practicing. First wave and then shake, together." Professor Flitwick said as he took out his wand to demonstrate to everyone.

"The spell must be recited clearly, Wingardium Leviosa, you practice it!"

Instantly, the students in the classroom began to wave their wands and recite spells to the feathers in front of them.

Aaron smiled and shook his head. He had learned these simple spells a few years ago. He had used this levitation spell to fly a kite when Abe was still an egg.

He just waved his wand gently, without even reciting a spell, and the white feather floated up, slowly flying to the ceiling before stopping.

Everyone stopped what they were doing, quietly staring at the feather floating in the air, marveling at Aaron's talent while also feeling a little more frustrated.

"Great, everyone look here, Mr. Gaius succeeded." Professor Flitwick said excitedly.

Then everyone tried harder, Ron recited the spell, but he obviously forgot the movement of his wrist, and the wand kept swinging, and the air was filled with a rustling sound.

"No, stop, you're going to poke someone's eyes out!" Hermione, who was sitting next to him, interrupted him immediately, "Besides, you pronounced it wrong, it's Leviosa, not Laviosa."

"You're so smart, then why don't you try it!" Ron said unconvinced.

Hermione didn't say much, just picked up the wand and shook her wrist lightly, "Wingardium Leviosa!"

The next moment, another feather flew into the air.

Ron was dumbfounded, pouting and lying on his textbook.

The third one to succeed was Draco Malfoy, but he looked at Hermione with dissatisfaction. Although he was the third to succeed, the gap between him and Aaron and Hermione was still a little bigger.

Both of them succeeded once, but he tried no less than five times.

"Your first time to learn this spell is quite good." Aaron comforted.

"But she..."

"Draco, you have a pretty good talent.

But Hermione spends all her time reading books except for eating, attending classes and sleeping. If you can do that, you will be no worse than anyone else."

Malfoy was stunned for a moment, then looked at Hermione in astonishment, and murmured: "Why was she sorted into Gryffindor? Shouldn't she be in Ravenclaw?"

"Who knows! Maybe she has the courage to persevere, and this courage is stronger than her thirst for knowledge."

After getting a barely reasonable answer, Malfoy stopped talking and turned his head to silently guide his two followers to learn this spell.

Bang!

A strong light suddenly flashed, and the sudden loud noise scared everyone. Professor Flitwick almost fell off the pile of books.

Everyone looked together and saw Simon's face was burnt black, and he sat in his seat with a hedgehog head, motionless as if he was scared silly.

Looking at the feathers on the table that had turned into ashes, it was easy to guess what happened.

His deskmate Harry Potter was also affected, and half of his face turned black. "We need another feather here, Professor Flitwick."

Seeing this, Aaron shook his head silently in his heart. Simon's talent for spells was really not ordinary. If there were ten explosions in the classroom, at least five of them were caused by him.

After class, Ron walked on the road with a dissatisfied look on his face. He said to Harry, Simon and a Gryffindor friend in a sarcastic tone: "It's Leviosa, not Laviosa!

What a thorn, I can't stand it, no wonder she doesn't have many friends."

At this time, Hermione walked past Ron, who was walking fast, holding a book, and bumped his arm.

Her face was not very good, and there was even a little sobbing in her voice.

"I think she heard it." Harry said.

"So what, she didn't have many friends anyway." Ron said with an indignant look.

"Ahem!" Aaron appeared behind them at some point, "That's not right, at least I'm her friend.

Also, I'll give you a little advice, if you don't want to lose Hermione as a friend, then go and apologize to her.

You should also apologize to her, after all, it's not a good sign to say bad things about someone behind their back."

"Why?" Ron's eyes were a little evasive, but after seeing the Slytherin clothes Aaron was wearing, he became much tougher, "I'm not wrong, and it's not your turn as a Slytherin to manage our Gryffindor affairs."

"Oh! So that's what you think!" Aaron sneered, "I originally wanted to try to ease the relationship between you and Malfoy, but now it seems that I may have thought too much."

After that, Aaron left without looking back. Harry wanted to keep him, but he opened his mouth and said nothing.